This is a work of fiction. It’s a private fantasy I’m sharing. It is a fantasy that will in all likelihood always remain just that. In my fantasy world there is no disease or unwanted pregnancy. You should never have unprotected sex.
I’d been living with my boyfriend and master for over 2 years. I’d told him often of my wishes to service his friends, but he had only taken it as far as my stripping for them during halftime of a football game. I dreamt of him having me give them head as they watched the game, or one by one sending them to me in the bedroom. I saw myself naked and on my knees as they walked up and put their cocks into my mouth. It always excited me.
As time passed my need for humiliation grew, it had been far past the bounds of where he was willing to take me for some time now. I craved it more and more often, with deeper and darker fantasies. Some of them seem so silly when I’m not aroused. When I think back to the fantasy of going into the back area of a supermarket and stripping just to walk out of the place like that I laugh. I don’t know what going through my head the day I dreamt that up.
One of the best weeks I can remember is when we went to Mexico on vacation. I got to do all sorts of humiliating things. There were a lot of Europeans there. European women all sunbathe topless, so master told me to follow suit. Even though there were quite a few other women walking around the beach topless, I’m American and just not used to that. There were American men there, but a lot of the Europeans stared just as much.
At the pool around mid-week there was one older guy that was staring more obviously than most. Master noticed this and instructed me to put on some additional sunscreen to my breasts (they are much whiter than the rest of me after all). I lay there with this old man staring as I spread the greasy lotion over my breasts. My nipples became erect from the cool cream. Master told me to keep rubbing it in, and to tweak my nipples once in a while to ensure they were as hard as possible. By the time I was done more than just the old man were staring.
The entire week I spent mostly topless. Even to meals I only wore a very see-through blouse with my bikini bottoms on, except of course when we went to the more formal dinning room. We went to a place where you can “pet the stingrays” and I was again told to remove my bikini top. No other women were taking theirs off, I felt my face heat up as I did what I was told. All of the men with their wives and girlfriends tried to not look. I saw more than one get whacked in the arm by their partners.
The week of exposing my breasts to so many strangers was one of the highpoints of my humiliation kink. I often asked if master wanted to return there. He just smiles, knowing why I want to go back.
Master was home tonight right about the normal time. I served him dinner and we sat and ate. We talked about our day and exchanged anecdotes about our day. Once we were done and I was about to clear the table he looked at me strangely.
“What?” I asked.
He looked into my eyes for a minute and I smiled and tilted my head slightly.
“When you’re done clearing the table I want you to go into the spare bedroom and take your clothes off. Once naked I want you to lay in the bed on top of the blankets.” He told me in a very serious voice.
“Yes Master.” Was the only thing I needed to say.
I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. I washed my hands and went into the spare bedroom. Once there I slipped out of my clothing in privacy and laid on top of the bed.
I was aroused just by the order, being made to wait for him made me even more aroused. I lay there waiting for master to come into the room. Finally after what seemed like forever he did. He had a small plastic bag and some helpful bondage material emerged from it.
He didn’t say anything; he attached the soft rings to my wrists and affixed the Velcro around them. He then gently raised my arms above my head and tied the leads to the center of the horizontal poll on the headboard. Moving down to my ankles similar rings were placed around them and then attacked someplace on the side and under the bed, forcing me to remain in a spread eagle position.
I must have been unbelievably wet as I watched him turn back to the bag. Out came an odd looking mask that I didn’t recognize. It must have been new. We had never used it before.
It was a blindfold, but it must have been a high end one since it had multiple straps that went around my head and met in the center where a small patch of cloth was. Master lifted my head and put the blindfold over my eyes. I felt him pulling the straps tight and darkness fell over me. I couldn’t see even a splinter of light through it but it was quite comfortable.
“Tonight you get your fantasy.” He whispered into my ear.
I felt him get off the bed and heard the bedroom door close. I lay there nervously, not sure exactly what fantasy he was referring to. I had so many, what one might he be fulfilling tonight?
I listened intently. For what seemed like an hour I didn’t hear anything. Then I heard someone knocking at the front door of our apartment. After a few seconds I heard muffled conversation but I couldn’t tell who might be talking through the wall.
My nervousness grew as I lay there. Every minute was seemingly an hour now. I tried to make out words and pin voices to people. I didn’t hear any women, then heard the distinct horns that indicate the pre-game show of Monday Night Football.
The bedroom door opened and I heard some plastic hitting plastic. Then there was a second of silence and suddenly music. He must have set up a radio. The station was 92.3 WXRQ Krock. It was the station I listened to when I had the radio on in the car. They played rock, which was both master and I liked best.
With the music as loud as it was I could barely hear anything through the wall. I did hear the doorbell ring once though, and thought I heard the door close at least two other times. It was hard to tell though. I was sort of a nervous type of scared.
My arms were starting to ache some. I was trying to estimate how long I’d already been tied up. It seemed like forever, but if the pre-game show for the football game was just coming on, it must have been only an hour or so.
I thought I heard the bedroom door open. Did it? I didn’t hear anything now. I listened intently, trying to filter out the music and only listen to the sounds in the room. I heard nothing.
“Don’t make a sound or I’ll have to gag you too.” Master told me as I almost jumped out of my bounds.
“Yes Master.” Was again my only reply.
After a second I heard the door close. Dread raced through my head as I thought that the only possible explanation was that he was going to have his friends come in and use me.
Even as the fear washed over me I felt myself getting excited. I pressed my eyes closed and shook my head trying to clear it.
I felt a hand on my breast. I jumped as it touched me and it recoiled for a second, but was quickly replaced. It kneaded my tit, first softly but then harder. Was it master’s hand? I couldn’t tell.
